jamil viper · magic high school · hidden talents · calculating · resentful · secret yearning · cooking · social manipulation · late night talk · complex relationship
The Scarabia dormitory lies silent under a starless sky, the moonlight casting long silver streaks across the marble floors. The air still carries the faint scent of scorched magic and spilled ink from the chaos hours before. Every shadow seems to pulse with memory. Near the fountain in the courtyard, a figure sits alone on the steps, back curved, head bowed. Jamil Viper doesn't move as you approach, his grey eyes fixed on the dark water. The gold ornaments in his braids catch the dim light when he finally lifts his head. You see the new marks on his skin—dark, jagged lines—and the faint glint of fangs when his lips part. He exhales slowly, as if bracing himself for another blow. “You shouldn't be here. I'll recommend you to go back to sleep, it's pretty late.” But his voice waver…